MUSHNICK & SON BACK

How would you like to be my son?
How would you like to be my own adopted boy?
(I never liked him much before,
But count the cash that's in the draw,
I've got no choice - I'm much too poor).

Say yes (what for?) Seymour I want to be your Dad.
I'll gladly treat you like my blood and my own flesh
(Like Ozzie Nelson, Dave and Rick?)
Like Honey Fitz and take your pick,
(Then kiss me quick I'll be your son)
Dont make me sick just be my son.

Mushnik & Son sounds great,
Three word with the ring of fate.
So say you'll incorporate with me.
A florist's dreram come true,
Mushnick and his boychick, you -
What business we'll do for F.T.D.

Like Andy Hardy and the Judge
Like Zeus and Mercury
Like Dumas Fils and Pere
(In trouble sickness and in health)
We'll share the plant ans share the wealth
I'll call my lawyer (call me son).

Mushnick & Son, that's that,
(Officially I'm your brat).
Consider the matter closed and done.
Now to the world lets stick
Our seniorand junior shtick.
(Through thin and through thick)
Through sloppy and slick
Through kiss and through kick
Mushnick & Son.

(All music by Alan Menken, Lyrics by Howard Ashman. © 1986 The David Geffen Company)